This is the story of a middle-aged gal who up and quit her full-time job to find her bliss.
I'm in search of the rug that really ties the room together. And perhaps my life, as well.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Jobless - Day 1

November 4Day 1Charleston was never a good fit for this free-wheeling, free-thinking, larger than life independent woman.

Examples to follow.

But if I'm being honest, this change was a long time coming. About five years ago I started doubting my chosen career path. I have enjoyed my life in TV, but the stress is killer. Literally. I'm killing myself. I rarely sleep, I am dependent on caffeine and alcohol, I am constantly in search of a story or angle and I live in constant fear of missing something or letting someone down. Granted, some of that won't change. I'll always be a somewhat stressed out neurotic. But it's time to address the areas I have control over. And that starts with my job.

So I quit.

Sure it's scary. What if it takes months to find another job? What if I'm not as good as I think I am? What if Starbucks doesn't even want me? What if I have to start shopping at...

Wait for it...

Walmart (gasp)?!

I'm lucky though. I have supportive parents. I have amazing parents. Parents who believe in my dreams, even in my quickly approaching golden years.

I'm lucky to have the best friends ever.

And I'm lucky to have an incredible spirit and faith. I truly believe that if I stop getting in my own way, happiness will come.

Admit it, you're jealous. You'd do it too if you could.

Life doesn't get better with chance. It gets better with change.

Now here's your chance to really live vicariously through me. I plan to be brutally honest detailing my exploits (when am I not?) so please come along and join me in this adventure of a lifetime.